I got in a fight this week.

Wasn't physical. No fists were thrown.

Yet in the end, it was more painful than if I had been bruised or bloodied.

It also reminded me a simple lesson. You can love people but even with that, they don't need to be a part of your life.

It was a simple matter to me and one that is really common sense. The family member that did it though didn't see it that way.

It started with a picture. Posted on social media. That this family member had taken.

A crying child obviously overwhelmed at a public event.

Not a child he knew. A stranger's child. In a single moment of space and time. Distressed.

Then he asked people to judge it.

I saw this. On a couple of different levels I got angry.

As things went on, I got really angry.

He stated that he was just having a discussion. Letting people air their thoughts. Almost everyone of these thoughts was "Horrible parenting! Child abuse!" Each of these thoughts was also pretty much by well off Caucasian people who hadn't had an infant in over twenty years.

My argument was simple. They had absolutely no right or business in having that conversation. He had absolutely no right to take a picture of a stranger's child (or any child) and put it on social media without the express permission of that child's parent.

They didn't see it that way. I ended up defending my point of view angrily and yet still somewhat diplomatically against both people I know and love and people I don't know and couldn't care less about.

Through the course of the argument, I explained my reasoning. All I got back were little childish swipes. So in the end, I deleted the family member from my Facebook feed and left it at that.

That wasn't an easy decision. This is the first time in my life this guy has disappointed me.

But it was a big disappoint.

I know people change. Constantly. Every day. That great memories of who we were twenty or thirty years ago are exactly that... Memories.

If that is who he is today, it's not energy I want as part of my life. That's a sad statement, but I can only imagine how much amplified my anger would have been if it was my own child in the picture.

I believe in people. I believe in family. With that, I hope he'll come around and realize he was way off base.

On the other hand though, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't.